“Master Race! Master Race!” chanted my drunken Aryan friends. The “Beer Olympics” had seemed like a great idea; what better way to build camaraderie amongst brothers than to engage in the spirit of competition, and to do it while getting shitfaced?
by M.F. Ellison on March 8, 2014March 8, 2014
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?